I'd like to think that I'm a good person Though I'm bad at being a person I'm unsure of how to take care of myself I don't know what I'm going to do with myself I don't wanna be an adult, I'm 18 in a week Nothing will be the same Oh, I can pretend, though it won't be the same And when the forest fires come for you Will you use your net worth to save yourself? And when the forest fire comes to you Will you still pump fumes into the air? When the forest fire comes from you Will you still treat your employees like dirt? When they're tired of your abuse Will you tremble at the sight of the barrel?